April 30, 2010
I read an article in the New York Times once regarding the subject of blogging. Basically, the punchline was that anyone and everyone started a blog, hoping to become the next Perez Hilton / Sartorialist (love) / etc., get a book deal or at least $/month for advertising and become moderately well off doing nothing. However, of all the countable, active blogs online, a very small percentage has been updated within the last 30 days. I guess after people realized that their ideas (lives) and writing (literacy) were no good, and that the only people who followed their blogs were maybe one or two friends and their siblings, they gave up. Maybe they were not going to be the next Carrie Bradshaw after all.
I started my blog because I wanted to tell my story and I needed a creative outlet that was more satisfying than picking bar graph colors on Powerpoint. I also wanted to fool myself into thinking that living in a city that is not “The City” wasn’t so bad. Sure, being a female analyst at an investment bank (and subsequently a private equity shop) isn’t really that earth shattering or unique these days. And yeah, the subject matter has come up again and again in both satirical and realist forms. All from a male perspective.
I had thought that by taking this subject of finance, one part cynicism, two parts bitchiness, and a dash of wit, and blending it all up would make for an interesting read. To some extent, I think it has. I have failed miserably in maintaining my blog and I apologize. I hope this hasn’t fallen too far down into the abyss and that I can save some of the wreckage.